[It’s the most emotion she’s shown yet, past the initial shock; a split-second snarl, and then it’s gone. She can. not. afford. to let this break. Not now.]
[Aubrey tugs on the arm wrap again, tight, and then grips the stump again like it’s her life depending on it, too. She’s not meeting his eyes, but she’s aware that he’s looking at her, aware of his trembling grip on her shoulder. He’s making it really hard....]
Focus. [Not on me. Don’t dwell on that.] Think of somewhere— Clean. Safe. Warm.
no subject
Shut up.
[It’s the most emotion she’s shown yet, past the initial shock; a split-second snarl, and then it’s gone. She can. not. afford. to let this break. Not now.]
[Aubrey tugs on the arm wrap again, tight, and then grips the stump again like it’s her life depending on it, too. She’s not meeting his eyes, but she’s aware that he’s looking at her, aware of his trembling grip on her shoulder. He’s making it really hard....]
Focus. [Not on me. Don’t dwell on that.] Think of somewhere— Clean. Safe. Warm.
Think of home.